Cordelia Chase walked into the dimly lit room and saw what she was
looking for. She sat down in front of a clear plexy-glass window and
picked up a phone reciever and then stared at the dark haired woman on
the other side. Niether othe me spoke for what felt like an
eternity.

"I'm sorry." The dark haired woman said finally.

"That you used me to get back at Angel?"

"And all the other stuff too."

"Damn it, Faith." Cordelia frowned, "I came here to tell you I hated
you and you tell me you're sorry."

"Sorry."

Cordelia smiled, "Damn you."

Faith smiled back, "You say the nicest things, C."

"Why didn't you come to me when you woke up?"

Faith frowned, "Why would I? "

"Because...."

"Because what, C?" Faith began, "What would you have done? Taken me
in? Forgiven me? You were just like everyone else. You never....."

"Never what, Faith?"

"You never....wanted me around."

"Faith."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"That's what I thought, C." Faith paused, "No big though, I know I'm
not worth shit. I can deal. I know I'm not good enough for Queen C,
never was, never will be. Can deal too."